Yellow And White
Flowers a few, were lying forgotten,
Yellow emboldened in white,
Strewn hither and tither,
Yet in harmony:
One peeped amidst a bush,
Another gleamed on the soil,
A third rolled down afresh
Upon the pitch dark asphalt.
I hand-picked them into a bunch,
And straightened a curl or two of the petals.
The flowers sat fragrant
In my vase brimming with water.
I glimpsed at the lovelies
While passing by the corner table,
And each time the whites and yellows,
Greeted me with a scent sweet!